On my way home from the warehouse, I walked into a pharmacy that stopped in sight.
It looked quite old-fashioned, but the store was nicely tidy and clean like a pharmacy.
I didn't know I was going to have to rely on the power of Kusuri.
It's humiliation, nothing but humiliation. But there's no reason to leave it alone. As it is, I'll figure it out before Makoto Ogasawara falls for Natsuo of Pleasure.
I walked down the aisle between the shelves lined with medicine and headed to the counter.
At the counter, an old man in white stood, I guess, in a pharmacy uniform.
"There you are. You look pretty blue and white, don't you? Is something wrong?
The old man, smiling and laughing, stared at me somewhat worried as he slapped his bald head, its easy-to-slap forehead, with a petite in the palm of his hand.
No, I'm not sure one thing right now about whether I'm staring because it's a thread, but it seemed like a good grandfather to people anyway.
"What's wrong with you? If you tell me, I'll give you the right medicine, so don't hesitate to tell me."
It sounded warm, including its kindness, and I almost ran away unexpectedly.
I don't need any comfort. I didn't lose. Yeah, everything's fine. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
But why? When I'm given a kind word, it's like they're saying you lost, and I can't wait to get away with it.
Stupid, you're telling me I admitted it. Defeat yourself.
Don't be ridiculous, I'm not losing.
"Gu......"
"Are you all right?"
Grandpa, who saw me about to collapse on the spot by holding my belly down, jumped out of the counter to surprise me and grabbed my arm to support him.
I'm not losing. Everything's fine. But as it is, it is also true that it is difficult to continue to teach properly.
I stomped on both legs, squeezing my right hand holding my belly tight, eating my teeth and tying them up. And he stared at my grandfather's thread worryingly as he grabbed my arm.
"Give me the stomach medicine... give me the most powerful stomach medicine possible"
"Do you have a stomach ache? Students are in trouble these days."
Grandpa, who looked even more worried about my words, led me to the place of the round chair he had placed by the counter and sat me in that chair and headed to the merchandise shelf.
I didn't know I was going to have to rely on stomach medication. Just thinking about it hurt my stomach even more.
Benches in the park illuminated by the lights on the outside in the dark. I put my hips down on that bench, and when I open the box of stomach medicines I bought at the pharmacy, I open the lid on the mineral water pet bottle I got from my grandfather at the pharmacy. The powder was then placed into the mouth and poured into the mouth with water.
The bitterness spread through his mouth stains his stomach through his throat.
To my stomach, which hurts so much that cold sweat erupts, I just held my stomach with both hands and waited jizzily.
Talking about my grandfather at the pharmacy, he said the medicine would work in five to enough minutes, but if it didn't heal, I was recommended to see him at the hospital.
"Damn... I didn't know I was going to suffer from stomach pain..."
My eyes got hot due to stomach pain and pity, but I desperately waited for the medicine to work with the emotions that engulfed me.
I'm mentally and physically weak right now. My stomach aches and I'm feeling unnecessarily depressed.
It's okay, if I can get rid of this stomach ache, I can get up again.
I'm not losing. Yes, it was rather him who suffered the defeat. But he has to the end...
Besides, I didn't know you'd even make such a stupid suggestion.
Mayuki Ogasawara, who was attached to her breast with a milking machine and dragged out the anal stick inserted into her anus at once, leaned back wide on its back as she was crawling on all fours, opening her mouth sloppily and looking up at the ceiling.
A severely cramped ass tells the true story of the magnitude of its pleasure.
The motor was starting to aspirate due to running the milking machine.
Suction sounds containing water called jujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujuju
The breast, wrapped in a clear container of the shape, was further strained to the container by aspiration and completely wrapped in fine hair on the back of the apex of the container up to the nipple.
When the nipple is sucked into the suction port, the tube becomes clogged and the suction is not possible. That's why you keep sucking up your nipples, so there's no problem, but that's less comfortable.
The pinnacle of this milking machine is in fine hair.
The fine hair vibrated by the motor prevents the nipples from being sucked into the suction port. It is then possible to create a gap between the suction port and the hair and suck out the lotion.
The lotion that keeps being sucked through the perimeter of the nipple, at which time the fine hair wrapped around the nipple vibrates endlessly, stimulating the nipple.
Moreover, suction switches between strong and weak in a constant rhythm, alternating between sucking it up hard and sucking it up weakly.
This leaves the breast wrapped in the container in a condition as if it were being rubbed all over it, which also makes irregular the vibration of the hair whose relaxation is irritating the nipples. This irregular movement creates tremendous comfort.
I bought it in the mail, so I was actually half-hearted about its structure and performance, but this looks like a "hit”.
The anal pulled out of the anal stick is causing the pucker and its holes to creep in, as if to even say I want it in soon.
Makoto Ogasawara, who simultaneously irritates her breasts and nipples and keeps her hands on the bed gushing and trembling, freaks out and cramps her ass......
That was too much discomfort.
I can't hear what I'm supposed to hear. Seeing Makoto Ogasawara is obvious. I was only pulled out of the anal stick once, once and for all, and it definitely reached its peak. It would also be very stimulating to the breasts and nipples at the same time.
He cramped his whole body, turned his back, looked up at the ceiling and opened his mouth naggingly. From its mouth the bright red tongue protrudes, and from its edge the saliva drips.
It's the most spectacular peak I've ever felt. There is no doubt that so much pleasure is being attacked by Makoto Ogasawara. And yet this woman hasn't leaked a single gasp.
I endure. This woman is somehow resisting the pleasure of pushing over. Why? Why do we need to fight it?
By virtue of previous ordination, we should have directed ourselves to entrust ourselves to pleasure. Then, by masturbating, he has also succeeded in making desires greedy.
Why are you fighting me? No, I can't even say I'm totally resisting it because it's at its peak. So what the hell is this woman up against?
"Mo-"
But the discomfort also took hold, while Makoto Ogasawara leaked his voice through his sloppy open mouth.
Mo. - The words that follow are cut off. I want to feel better. I guess that's what you're trying to say.
It was my fault. No, I guess the pleasure was too loud to even speak up. That's too much for me. He has already fallen to the bottom of Naruto. I can no longer get out of this hell of pleasure.
When I re-gripped the anal stick handle I was gripping hard again with my right hand, I grabbed Makoto Ogasawara's butt bump with my left hand and pressed the tip of the anal stick against my anus. That made my ass jump hard, even though it was just cramped.
It takes exquisite skill and insight from here.
Makoto Ogasawara is consecutively exalted and completely captivated by pleasure. But you can't overdo it. Continue to give comfort as long as possible in critical places to pass out while giving some interval.
That's a chain of insanely peak tsunamis.
While it is being given, it will be painful enough to cry out for forgiveness already. But exquisitely adding and subtracting makes that hell a sweet memory over time.
I want to immerse myself in that hell of pleasure again.
He will be in love with a chain of pleasures that can also be called eternity and will gradually seek for himself.
Best pleasure you'll ever taste with masturbation.
Goodbye, Makoto Ogasawara until today. Perhaps the time will come for me to miss you stupid.
And it's nice to meet you, Makoto Ogasawara as a sex slave. You should never go back to normal again...
"Ooh, ooh!
Different voices echoed in the warehouse the moment I tried to pierce the anal stick right now into my anus, which was repeatedly puckering and closing like the mouth of a fish.
That was clearly different from the sweet whisper of Makoto Ogasawara, who had heard so much as rot.
"Ooh, ooh! Mm-hmm. Whoa!
Makoto Ogasawara's voice, which is usually slightly higher, becomes even higher when he whispers, and his lovable gasp, which contains its sweetness, should incite the man's inferiority.
But the voice I hear now is not wheezing. I can see you deliberately lowering your voice.
That's like, mane the beeping of a cow.
Stupid, that can't be happening. There should also be room for the current Makoto Ogasawara to play with such animal stuff......
That's when my memories passed through my brain at a tremendous rate.
Cattle, dairy cows, holstein. I remember this keyword.
Yeah, that's what I wrote in the dossier I made before I went into breast massage.
Ask dairy cows about breast milk. I also thought a little bit of a joke had passed, but Makoto Ogasawara swallowed up the fake material I had made and repeatedly read it to eat in.
After that, Makoto Ogasawara has said this to me several times.
'This means that the effect of the massage will be further enhanced by becoming a dairy cow, right?
I was appropriately consenting and flowing to Makoto Ogasawara, who would listen to such an asshole over and over again, believing out fake material and staring at me with sparkling eyes.
No, no way, you're telling me that Makoto Ogasawara is just a dairy cow now?
"Ooh, ooh! Mm-hmm. Whoa! Whoa, whoa!"
Slightly lower roaring sounds in the warehouse. It still is. He's a dairy cow.
No, it's not. It's not a measure I set up to make dairy cows cut it off. Wait, please, wait. Don't go that way. It's a different direction.
I don't want dairy cow stuff.
"Oh, Ogasawara... Hey Ogasawara..."
Calm down and tell myself to calm down, while I spoke to Makoto Ogasawara, who continues with the cattle mane. But my voice trembles at will.
Anger? No, no. I am desperately trying to delude the emotion that springs to my heart.
This is fear. He's afraid. Makoto Ogasawara is pushing my comprehension diagonally in every way.
Can you handle it? Take this idiot? Shouldn't we stop here already? Shouldn't you end your massage training and leave him out of it?
There's nothing to doubt, just Makoto Ogasawara trying to draw my will straight away. But that thought has a strange circuit that I can't imagine, and it's impossible to predict.
Besides, if you're still trying to confuse me with a tricky ruse, then tachi is bad because you're seriously trying to help me.
If you were trying to immerse yourself in a serial peak of pleasure hell, who the hell would have guessed that you were suddenly starting cattle stuff?
My guess was too sweet? You're not, are you? If all of a sudden you get into this unintelligible behavior, everyone's gonna panic, right?
I'm not the one who's crazy. Funny thing is Makoto Ogasawara. There's something wrong with Makoto Ogasawara's thought circuit.
"Ki, Mr. Castle Island..."
With the anal stick squeezed, a voice reached my ear that was suddenly self-inflicted.
Ha, I returned, and there I noticed that the sweat was gushing out of my whole body.
When I look at my hands, I am trembling against my will. Looking forward, a white ass wrapped in a black transparent leotard is freaking out and spasmodic only exposing her anus.
Even the reaction of the same tremor is completely different.
Makoto Ogasawara doesn't get lost. But my mind is getting lost. Fear adds to the stray.
"Ugh, cows... I like hay"
In his blurry vision, Makoto Ogasawara, who remained in a crawling position on all fours, cramped his body by the pleasure he continued to give to his nipples and breasts, tiding his whole body and erupting sweat, while twisting his neck and pointing his face behind his back.
The look on his eye mask turned out to be filled with joy, even though his eyes were hidden.
And the thin peach lips with a slight grin were also trying to convey the joy to me.
"Wow, I bought a cattle book. It's a Holstein book. By turning into a cow, I hope it will help Castle Island train..."
That said, of the two hands that were attached to the bed, Makoto Ogasawara, with his left hand away from the bed, clenched his palm with a good grip and made a fist.
"I thought to the cow, if it turned out to be a dairy cow, maybe... breast milk would come out!
The voice echoes in the warehouse without any stray.
Huh? If it turns out to be a cow, you get breast milk? Huh? Oh? Hmm? Why?
Is breast milk an intent or something that comes out of temper? Aren't you? I don't think so. Stupid or not. Oh, that was stupid, if you say so.
"... and I don't think I'm going to answer it"
"Perhaps! I don't think there's any harm in trying!
Makoto Ogasawara answers my words with such momentum.
There's no harm in trying. You're absolutely right. There's nothing wrong with me. No harm done, but you're not, you're not.
Dressed with a transparent leotard, exposed to the breast and anus, the breast is fitted with apparatus, the anus is tucked at will and allowed to peak.
Moreover, in the science room in the early morning, he was forced to insert a test tube into his anus himself, the beginning and end of which could fit the figure into the video.
That, even though he is ordinarily taught shamefully to cry and beg forgiveness, instead of loathing him, he says that if you mane dairy cows, you might get breast milk?
It is.
"Oh, Ogasawara. Well, you know, this training. It's only a massage for a woman for a period of breastmilk, and you don't have to do anything to breastmilk her."
"But it would be closer to practice training to get out!
"... that's right"
No, he's serious. I don't know if I'm leaving, or not, but I'm willing to.
If he's willing to go this far, you can let him work his own way, but what is this weird carelessness?
"Actually, I also bought a DVD that reflected Holstein's breeding and milking landscape. So the ringing mane is authentic too! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Whoa, whoa! Right?
"... yeah, awesome, very similar"
Makoto Ogasawara is good at beeping mane while still crawling on all fours and being milked with appliances.
That's weird. My stomach is kind of hurting. The area around the stomach is like this, crispy.
"Mr. Castle Island, as usual, use my body to encourage training! I will also use the knowledge gained from my own research and will surely try to breastmilk it!
"... oh, that's, thank you"
Makoto Ogasawara, whose eyes were invisible because of his eye mask, but whose expression was tightened with a chilliness, returned the face he had pointed behind him to the front, stretched out and continued the beeping mane of the cow as he invested in his whole body.
"Ooh, ooh! Whoa, whoa! Nah, I think I'm getting some chest tension! This, if we continue this training - we might get out!
It is.
Instead of voicing that penetration, he stabbed the anal stick he had with his right hand into the hole in front of him, holding down his painful stomach with his left hand.
"Uh-oh, wow, it feels good, but wow, you can't beat it! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!"
Makoto Ogasawara gasping with freaks and spasms of his ass continued the mane of cow ringing without losing his comfort.
I wonder what it is. Is it my fault you feel swallowed up by Makoto Ogasawara's pace when you realize it?
"Hey, Ogasawara. I figured it wouldn't be good for my body to try and get something out that wouldn't answer."
Talk to Makoto Ogasawara as he abstracts the anal stick he stuck in his anus with a gbogbo.
"Oh, hi, so, it's okay, uh-huh. Oh, my God, I'll do my best. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Makoto Ogasawara, who cramps his whole body freaking out and sprays sweat, drools his saliva from the edge of his lips, roughing his breath and raising his voice. And I don't try to stop the cow ringing mane.
He says he wants to do it. There is no obstacle to discipline in trying to make cattle monomaneuver. Ignoring Makoto Ogasawara's abrupt behavior, I'm just talking about me continuing my tutoring.
But I'm not convinced.
Makoto Ogasawara desperately strives for me. The vector of that effort is headed in an unintelligible direction, but the person is very serious.
When I look at Makoto Ogasawara like that, there's nothing I can do about it that spreads to my mind. That keeps getting bigger and bigger, and it hurts me.
I don't feel like I'm teaching.
What is this? Aren't you just playing? Is it okay to have such a tuned landscape? Tutorial, more like this, negative emotions dominate the space, dos black desires swirl, paint on intolerable shame and humiliation, resentment, curse, and still be disappointed in yourself succumbing to pleasure. Isn't that what it looks like?
I've always thought something was wrong, but I feel like distortion (strain) came from around Makoto Ogasawara stealing anal sticks.
Even the difference between me and Makoto Ogasawara's feelings?
It wasn't until they stole the masturbation machine that it became decisive. I feel more and more swallowed up by Makoto Ogasawara's pace from there.
Not like this. My plan keeps going crazy.
We have to modify the orbit.
My thoughts were sweet. Makoto Ogasawara himself has guided him by giving him some freedom to fall into Nara by his own will. That was bad.
Then strip Makoto Ogasawara of his will and force him to sink into Nara. The plan will change from the beginning, but not if you're talking about four or five. If you don't hit your hand as soon as possible, Makoto Ogasawara will soon be untouchable. You give me that fear.
I won't tolerate sweetness anymore. I don't give you freedom or anything. Switch to thorough tutoring as a potty for meat that is convenient to me.
"Ogasawara, stop that cow thing"
"Oh?"
To my lower than usual voice, Makoto Ogasawara reacted with a piqun, twisting his neck and pointing his face behind his back.
"I don't get breast milk or anything when I do cattle mane. Stop being such a fool right now."
"I'll let you out!
Makoto Ogasawara, who blocked my words, rose from his quadruple crawling position and took off his eyemask as he stood on his knees. And he looked back with his anal stick stuck in his anus.
A straight gaze shot through me without a single stray or cloudy spot.
"If... then if breast milk comes out..."
Makoto Ogasawara, who continued to suck breasts from milking machines and continue to be stimulated by vibrating fine hairs, spasmodized his body freaking out and whining quietly about his hectic words by the time he was unusual, even though his breath was rough.
With all that intimidation, I just stared at Makoto Ogasawara.
"When you get breast milk, socialize with me!
A voice that I feel sounded from afar.
Socialize? What if your breast milk comes out? What the hell is he talking about?
I had no choice but to snort at the words of Makoto Ogasawara, who dyed his cheeks bright red and just stared straight at me.
Instead of saying yes, I couldn't think of anything because my thoughts had stopped.
Sit on the park bench and sigh as you look up into the night sky.
I want you to socialize when breast milk comes out. I snorted at the words of Makoto Ogasawara.
"What the hell is going on in his head..."
You can make promises and other rebellions. I mean, I don't get breast milk, so I don't have any promises or snags.
The problem is that I snorted at Makoto Ogasawara's bullshit. That shows that I've succumbed to the will of Makoto Ogasawara.
I was scared. To those eyes that are too straight. There's no stray or cloudy spot, just pure eyes.
You lost, I did. No, I'm not losing. Makoto Ogasawara just panicked when he was punched in the face by words and actions that missed too much of his regular track. If you calm down and think about it, Makoto Ogasawara's words and behavior do not include anything that interferes with discipline.
You can let them do it on their own if you want to do the cattle mane. I'm not swallowed by his pace anymore. I will break my own will, destroy my previous lukewarm tutorial plan, and refresh my plan to thoroughly refresh it.
My stomach pills have worked, my stomach aches have pulled off, and at the same time my thoughts started spinning fast. And a new tutorial plan that comes together one after the other in my brain.
He wants to breast milk. There is no hand that does not use it.
"If you think about it, it would be a good excuse to expose you outdoors."
If you call it training to breastfeed, he'll do whatever it takes. For example, shame stimulates female hormones and causes them to produce breast milk or something.
Right, I was just about to get into outdoor exposure tutoring. We're just talking about using Makoto Ogasawara's strange thought circuit the other way around. There's nothing to be depressed about.
If so, would you just create a policy and process for tutoring on your computer?
When I got up off the bench, my stomach aches disappeared and I stepped out in a clear mood due to a set of guidelines to follow. But it wasn't until the first step that I felt that way. As soon as I saw the person standing in the front, my stomach crisped once again.
"Oh, um... J, actually, my family's not here today. So, if Mr. Castle Island would like, I don't know if you could stay."
Makoto Ogasawara, behaving suspiciously with a bright red face, looked at me with a flicker as he swam his gaze and said that.
Why would he break my plan by going through the diagonal of my expectations?
"I'm staying at a man's house. Don't put it in my mouth lightly. If you really don't want one, you can stay at Tanaka's house. Bye."
Yeah, throw it away and walk out early enough, you'll have a footstep behind me.
When I look behind my back on the side, I look like Makoto Ogasawara, who desperately follows me. He doesn't intend to go home.
Well, if you get to the apartment, it's this one. If I tried to force myself into the apartment, I would honestly pull it off if I even threatened to report it to the police for breaking and entering my home.
My thoughts broke away the moment I arrived in front of the apartment and looked back and saw Makoto Ogasawara.
By the words pronounced by Makoto Ogasawara.
"Tomorrow is Sunday. School is closed. So let's train in Mr. Castle Island's room."
I couldn't say anything back to that word.